What they do is write themselves when you're not looking, and when you look, they go hide in the closet.
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
The Great Write Way
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
Um, I drabbled. I'm not a writer, but I like to read this thread, and this just popped into my head.
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“So.”
“So.”
They continued eating, mostly silent. An occasional shared look, a little smile now and then. The food was good, at the restaurant they had always wanted to be regulars at, but the staff changed too often. She wanted to have a regular table, be greeted by name, have the waitress say, “The usual?” but it never happened. They kept going there anyway.
So they sat, ate.
“Oh, did I tell you --?”
”Shh.” She whispered. “Wait. I think they’re about to break up.”
They liked each others’ company, but the conversation at the next table was irresistible.
Jesse, that's great! Love the twist at the end.
And I disagree when you say you're not a writer -- I remember something you wrote about your experience on 9/11/01, and how evocative and crisp it was.
ION, Drabblers: I'll be posting a new drabble challenge tomorrow, so if you want to drabble the 2-people-at-a-table challenge, hop to it....
Well, writing is a big part of my job, but I'm not a fiction writer, for sure. The people at the table above are me and my mom.
Oh, and thanks.
I liked it, too.
Hee hee hee. I like it.
Because I wrote another one, but forgot to save it. [link]
Jesse, that was superb. All about the impermanence.
Thanks, you guys! (Hey, this is kind of fun.)